I lost a love today,
I watched it slip away,
powerless as I be,
it wasn’t up to me.
Too much water,
the fern turns rotten,
too little and in dust
it blows away.
There was a time
it bloomed and grew,
so beautiful,
something to see,
and I held it in my arms,
and it kept my heart so warm,
and I wonder, where did it go,
and why was it taken away.
Once the dog bites,
just walk away,
and guard your heart
for another day,
because a biting dog,
that’s what it does,
it just can’t change it’s ways.
So with whitewash in hand,
I take out across the land,
to wash this canvas of this pain,
and the day might come again,
I take my brush in hand,
and dream of painting
this simplest of dreams,
I know I deserve.
